Chapter 987 Disaster

The wind blowing in through the car window lifted Zhao Sibao's hair.

The morning chill that spread throughout his body was just like Zhao Sibao's mood at the moment. A local tyrant suffered the humiliation of two generations in just one day.

His son was stabbed thirteen times in public, and he was almost killed in his own territory.

The most aggrieved thing was that there were more than forty elite soldiers on the 18th floor, and more than a dozen reinforcements rushed over, including a general he valued.

But he still didn't dare to let go and fight.

Facing the perverted Tian Mo, Zhao Sibao could only hide as far as possible, and he could no longer care about his son's life and death. He could only tell the yellow-haired man to be highly alert.

How aggrieved was this? How embarrassing?

But this couldn't be blamed on his subordinates for forcibly protecting him back to the headquarters. Tian Mo's strength made his subordinates not have enough confidence to protect his safety.

He could only return to the absolutely safe headquarters first and then make plans.

Zhao Sibao wanted to scold his men, but he thought that it was not easy for them, and he could not let people get upset now, so he finally leaned back in his seat and remained silent.

He held a cigar in his mouth for five minutes, but never lit it with a lighter.

"Fourth Master, the brothers from the hospital called and said that the assassin did not attack the 18th floor."

When the four black cars were halfway through the journey, a beautiful woman held the phone and reported: "The guy ran away before the officials showed up."

"But Huang Mao and the others were still on level one alert and sealed all the doors, windows and stairs on the 18th floor."

She whispered to comfort Zhao Sibao, who had lost his son and returned to the hall: "Young Master Zhao will be fine."

"If it weren't for the importance of Fourth Master's safety, I really want to meet the assassin in person."

There was a trace of regret in the beautiful woman's eyes: "Let's see whether his knife is faster or my gun is faster."

The beautiful woman was 1.7 meters tall and had a very distinctive appearance, with a melon-shaped face, bright eyes, and a slightly hooked nose. She was very delicate, but inviolable.

She wore a short-sleeved shirt and shorts, and a pair of cloth shoes. She had a fashionable and classical charm. Her narrowed eyes would flash a chilling light.

Feng Jiutian!

The dull old man was Zhao Dafei's bodyguard, and Feng Jiutian was Zhao Sibao's confidant and personal bodyguard. Unless there were special circumstances, she would not leave.

Feng Jiutian had been with Zhao Dabao for many years. She could be tough or gentle, and had made countless contributions. She was Zhao Dabao's most trusted person and his confidante.

Zhao Dabao once laughed after drinking. If he had nothing one day, as long as Feng Jiutian was with him, he could still make a comeback and create glory again.

Even if he didn't have the opportunity to make a comeback, as long as Feng Jiutian was by his side, he could live like Goujian as a prisoner.

This was a great hope in his life.

Feng Jiutian had something to deal with in the morning, so he missed the battle with Tianmo.

Zhao Sibao heard her report and said coldly: "He ran pretty fast." Then he asked again: "How is Old Sun?"

Feng Jiutian hesitated for a moment, and finally squeezed out two words: "Dead!"

Zhao Sibao's eyes were full of energy: "Old Sun is dead?"

Thinking of the old man Sun who cut off his retreat, Zhao Sibao felt somewhat grateful. If he hadn't acted in time, he would be in great danger now.

When he ran away, he knew that Old Sun was difficult to please, but he didn't expect to die in the hands of an assassin, so he once again felt the power of Tian Mo.

"Dead!"

Feng Jiutian's eyelids twitched, and then he took over the topic: "He was stabbed in the chest, dead as hell, the police have intervened and are asking for a confession."

Zhao Sibao fell silent, bit the cigar three times, almost biting off the cigarette butt, then turned his head to look at the beautiful woman and said:

"Feng Jiutian, you do three things: First, let the lawyer intervene, check the surveillance, and urge the police to dig out the assassin's details as soon as possible."

He was very afraid of Tian Mo's existence: "We must kill that guy at all costs, no matter how much money it costs, how many people, I As long as he dies. "

Feng Jiutian responded respectfully: "Understood."

Zhao Sibao looked at the gradually congested traffic ahead, and said in a cold voice:

"Second, find a connection to ask the police for personal protection, and ask the police to send people to the hospital to protect Dafei's safety."

"Third, ask the sickle team to return to the hall, and all guards to be on alert, and then ask the leader Zhao to send a few masters over, I need close protection."

Feng Jiutian quickly wrote down what Zhao Sibao ordered: "Don't worry, Fourth Master, I will arrange it right away."

Zhao Sibao took a lighter and lit the snow Qie, slowly exhaled a puff of thick smoke: "Oh, there is one more thing, find someone to take back Old Sun's body."

Feng Jiutian nodded: "I understand, I will bury Old Sun with honor. After all, he has been with the Fourth Master for many years and has made a lot of contributions and hard work."

"Not a honorable burial."

Zhao Sibao's eyes flashed a light, and then lowered his voice: "Put him in a coffin, charter a special plane, and find someone to personally transport him back to the Sun family."

"Although Old Sun broke the rules and was kicked out of the Sun family, he is still a member of the Sun family. If he died like this, the Sun family will definitely not be calm."

"It doesn't matter how we fight and scold our own people. It's an internal conflict."

Zhao Sibao thought deeply: "But if they are killed by outsiders, it will involve the dignity of the Sun family."

"The Sun family is a martial arts family. Seven out of ten national martial arts champions are surnamed Sun. Among the sixth and seventh rank masters in China, the Sun family accounts for 30%."

A gleam of light flashed in his eyes: "And the ancestor of the Sun family is a god-like existence."

The beautiful woman's body trembled, and there was an undisguised heat in her eyes: "Is it the ancestor who is tacitly regarded as the 'leader of the martial arts world'?"

"Yes, I heard that she had been in seclusion for many years and then broke through."

Zhao Sibao exhaled a long breath: "Send Old Man Sun's body back. If the Sun family is angered, the assassin will definitely die."

When the beautiful woman pricked up her ears to listen, Zhao Sibao showed a hint of self-mockery: "With the intervention of the Sun family, the assassin will die faster."

"And this move can not only lend a sword to kill people, but also has the meaning of buying bones for thousands of dollars."

He had his own plan: "Seeing me treating Old Man Sun so favorably, the Sun family might send a few people to fight with me."

"With the help of the Sun family, the position of deputy leader is just around the corner."

The beautiful woman suddenly realized what she was doing and gave a shout of approval: "The fourth master is wise, the fourth master is wise. Don't worry, I will definitely let the old grandson return home in glory."

Then, she asked: "Fourth Master, who do you think was responsible for this attack?"

Hearing this key question, Zhao Sibao's eyes flashed with murderous intent: "I don't know yet, I have provoked too many enemies."

"That boy has abnormal skills. He is suspected to be in the eighth level. If such a person comes to kill me, the master behind him must not underestimate him."

Zhao Sibao made a judgment in his mind: "At least he is not a rich member, which is why I want the Scythe team to protect him."

Feng Jiutian asked in a low voice: "Fourth Master, could it be Ye Tianlong who did it?"

"Ye Tianlong?"

Zhao Sibao sneered: "How can a foreigner send such an assassin? Are you kidding me?"

"Besides, hasn't he been arrested? He should be terrified in prison at this time. It's hard to protect himself. How can he still have the strength to deal with us?"

"If my estimate is good, I'm afraid it has something to do with Fu Yuanwai. He's angry that I haven't paid last year's balance and even bought goods from the Demon Killer."

Zhao Sibao snorted: "He didn't even think about it. The human-slayer demon is 20% less than him. That's a mountain of money. Am I that stupid?"

Feng Jiutian nodded slightly: "Fourth Master is right."

She originally wanted to say that the people who killed demons were not as good as rich people, and it would affect the reputation of the Thirteen Leagues in the long run, but she finally took it back.

Just as Zhao Sibao moved his body to make himself more comfortable, Feng Jiutian's eyes narrowed as if needles were pricking him.

From behind, a motorcycle roared by, and the person sitting in the back seat was holding something in his arms with his left hand.

Looking at the gap between the palm and the clothes, a gleam of metallic light was looming.

"brake!"

Feng Jiutian gave a sweet shout, leaned forward, and directly pulled the handbrake, forcing the car to stop on the spot, even if it rolled over.

"Zi!!"

There was a screeching sound of brakes, deep tire marks were wiped out on the ground, and the car stopped abruptly.

"Canopy!"

When the car almost stopped, a motorcycle with a traffic police license plate came roaring towards him. Uncontrollably, it grazed the window of Zhao Sibao's car.

Park in front of the passenger seat.

There were two people on the motorcycle. Both of them were tall and wearing helmets. They looked inconspicuous, but they still gave people a very sinister look.

Although the motorcycle missed Zhao Sibao's window, the burly man in the back seat still pulled out a shotgun and shot Zhao Sibao diagonally.

Feng Jiutian pounced on Zhao Sibao.

"Canopy!"

Countless amounts of iron sand were sprayed over, instantly mottled the windows and body of the car, and more than a dozen pieces of iron sand also hit the back of Feng Jiutian who was lying down from the gap.

"Black Tiger! White Shark!"

Feng Jiutian's body shook a few times, but nothing serious happened. He protected his head and shouted softly: "Get them!"

While other cars were opening their doors and jumping out of the Thirteen Leagues, the motorcycle had already hit the accelerator and sped out like a sharp arrow.

In the morning wind, there was only an angry and regretful shout:

"Damn! It was almost!"